Probably he had come to the Rooirand looking for sanctuary and rest for a day or two, but if Henriques had shot straight he might find a safer sanctuary and a longer rest.

For the third time in my life I pushed up the gully between the straight high walls of rock, and heard from the heart of the hills the thunder of the imprisoned river.
There was only the faintest gleam of light in the cleft, but it sufficed to show me that the way to the cave was open.

The hidden turnstile in the right wall stood ajar; I entered, and carelessly swung it behind me.

The gates clashed into place with a finality which told me that they were firmly shut.

I did not know the secret of them, so how should I get out again?
These things troubled me less than the fact that I had no light at all now.